Month: January 2014

We were expecting our bus to Casablanca to take a whole day, maybe 7 or 8 hours, but it only took 5, for which we were extremely grateful… Now I’m going to be honest with you… This is going to be a pretty short entry. Most people will tell you, if they have been here…

The bus ride from Fez to Chefchaouen was fairly uneventful….the usual lunch stop in the middle of nowhere where you can’t quite figure out what there is to eat but you know that there must be something because there’s men carrying around giant cow ribcages.

So having just made our bus to Marrakech by 5 minutes we were feeling pretty good… Our series of on the fly decisions and last minute departures and arrivals seemed to have worked out perfectly and we both lay back in our chairs to enjoy the ride, each of us separately dreaming about how awesome…

To get to Dade’s gorge we had to take a bus from Ouarzazate to a place called Boulmane De Dades, and from there, a grand taxi into the gorge and the village of Ait Oudinar.

The next day we made our way from our hotel, which was twenty minutes by taxi from Ouarzazate, into the city itself to find the bus station, but before we do that, we wanted to share this photo we forgot to include yesterday: Anyway, our lonely planet city map was, as always, completely inaccurate and…

(Sorry for the delay, we’ve been away from internet for a while…) Our next day of driving took us through the desert towards Erg Chigaga – a 40km stretch of towering sand dunes in the Sahara. We had originally planned to visit Erg Chebbi, a beautiful and more accessible collection of Saharan dunes, but also…

We left Tafraoute early in the morning via 4wd and made our way through the desert to the south…

Once we got off the Tafraoute bus, we stood around waiting for our bags and I was icily rude to the tout who was asking me about what accommodation we were staying in (obviously planning to tell me it’s full/burnt down/infested with rats and take me to his cousin’s hotel).

We left Marrakesh early this morning and we spent the entire day on the bus. It was a CTM bus which is the Moroccan equivalent of grayhound so it was quite comfortable. Unfortunately that means there were no chickens, goats or otherwise interesting stories… It doesn’t make for very exciting reading so thought I’d use…

There was no heating. But I’m probably getting ahead of myself. My wife likes to encourage us to eat organic, try vegan/vegetarian cafes when we see them and visit the occasional Eco retreat, which is my fault really because I took her to one for our first new years eve together. My mother, bless her…